Mirror Sight - The Beauty of Another Perspective

"Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?"

Calvin and Hobbes

This quote reveals the human nature to question reality, and I've found myself asking this very question many times. I especially like attempting to peek past the edge of the puddle to see what else may lay beyond; the person on the other side always got in my way though, I've asked him to politely move but he just said it back so I've stopped trying. Mirrors have this same ethereal charm, and anytime I brave the opportunity to search that other world something in this one causes me to digress... It's unfortunate, never being able to see much of the other side of the mirror I mean. Sometimes I just imagine myself there and what it would be like. Are all of the images and words reversed and everybody reads backwards? I'd like to know, I'd like to know how life is like there. Is everything mirrored? Maybe, just maybe, are more than just external things mirrored?

I wonder, do maybe the students teach the teacher? The women propose to the men? Do the races trust each other more than themselves? Instead of living in fear of the unknown do they perhaps explore and seek out in order to reach a higher level of understanding? Do they accept change? Do the classes of society reach out to each other and attempt to know what's it's like for the other? Do adolescents summon the courage to be themselves? I've asked these questions many times, but one of them I continously encounter: What do they wonder about us?

"The human understanding is like a false mirror, which receiving rays irregularly, distorts and discolors the nature of things by mingling its own nature with it."

Francis Bacon

I've found myself often stuck in awkward situations with friends, acquaintances, and their problems. I don't mind at all, I'm actually quite flattered, but it seems whenever I give advice it's looked at strangely. This concerned me at first, orginally I thought maybe everybody else was just an idiot for not seeing things my way and they should change. I soon had an epiphany when I later ignored my father's advice and things ended badly for me. Nobody was being an idiot, they just failed at using the skill of the genius: seeing from different perspectives. This skill is invaluable when dealing with conflicting situations (And it helps see from more than just your eyes when attempting to win an argument/confrontation). Sight from another perspective is just like looking at your reflection, back onto you, you see more than you could see before. This I call, Mirror Sight

"It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so."

William Shakespeare

This quote from Shakespeare reenforced another benefit from the ideal of Mirror Sight: perhaps not only does seeing from another's eyes help with dealing with a negative situation, but it could also elliminate it being negative. Imagine this: A friend comments on something your wearing, a new pair of shoes or shirt/blouse perhaps, and you're offended by it, you get angry with your friend for insulting you, and for the rest of the day you despise them for being condescending. In truth they only made a light comment of how it could of been improved, and in truth you were already sour with them because of a previous fight and anything they might say you automatticaly see as bad. Something similiar, and more people would agree with being a negative experience, would be breaking up with someone. Well, yes it seems bad, but change how you look at it; now you have more free-time, you learned from your mistakes, you can find someone you like better, the possibilities are endless! Mirror Sight. I first learned it from my studies of the Law of Attraction. I won't go into detail about it here, but I recommend looking into it.

Looking at something differently can be a revelation, and it can help you overcome that obstinate aspect of life. Try not to enshroud yourself with the cloud of only one pair of eyes, but see with the clarity of the sun and moon. See from the other side of the Mirror.

I Can Live Forever

"Every word written is a victory against death"

Michel Butor

Immortality has always been an enchantment, a thing of distant beauty beyond grasping, stars that I wish could be held in my hand. As far away as impossible to hold due to sheer vastness. Immortality, a gift of the gods, given only to the worthy of the human race. I desired that gift, to live forever, never to die. At first literally, it was a fantasy as a child to never have an end, see others grow old, have eternal knowledge. The fantasy was borderline sacrilegious, but it was fleeting. The latter desire was more steadfast, even the desire unto itself was eternal. It took a more figurative view on immortality, on escaping death, for even if my body is to go "From dust to dust" then perhaps my essence may linger.

"For me, writing is exploration: and most of the time, I'm surprised where the journey takes me"

Jack Dann

The dream of immortality was never spawned from the fear of death, but more that I treasure learning and self-perfection. Time is also more valuable than gold to me, I can never get enough. Literal immortality had dodged me, that's fine, at least I have some way to last forever. It's been done before, so many people in the past, years later still live on, through their words, their actions, their cause. They found a cozy niche, an hospitable landmark of their creations to be seen by all who encounter it. Such a niche I've found, through writing. Not only, as Jack stated, does it take me anywhere I wish to travel to (or even flee to), if it is done vigilantly, with vivacity, I may to live forever.

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
Cyril Connolly

Writing is a joy, as are all of the creative arts. A way to let go, escape, find solace. It's more than a lonely place, but also where one can create and unfold new lives, through characters, or influence others through crafted words. I love writing, with it's perks, and quirks. With the people it brings with it, and the surprises that always await when sharing it with others. I seek to share it, to have to world to know. I refuse to be insipid, I shan't acquiesce. Letters are raw ores, Words refined metal, these will be melted down and crafted into masterworks of art. They will stand and be cynosures of attention, manifestations of my soul. I will be immortal.

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